SUMMARY: This is a complete work of fiction. The scenario described within isn't even necessarily realistic, scientifically speaking. But the idea sounded fun to me, so I went with it. It's about a father and his daughter and one night when he takes something akin to a Viagra, but the effects backfire on him and he finds himself still hard and aroused even after his wife has fallen asleep. Restless, he heads back out to the living room where his daughter is awake watching a movie...
All characters in this story are 18 or older.
P.S. I apologize for any typos in my story! I edit these myself, and I'm not perfect...
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STORY:
[Ch 01. Parental heat.]
Hello. I'm Jasmine. I've got a short story to share with you that I've been dying to write for over two years, ever since it happened. It's a true story. My dad made me promise never to tell anyone this, but I decided it was just too juicy keep what happened to myself anymore. My own name has been changed, but aside from that, this story is practically a play for play rerun of the events that transpired one Saturday night, almost two years ago. It was two months before my twentieth birthday, which means I was nineteen at the time.
In case you're wondering what I look like, I'll do my best to describe myself. I've been told I look hot, but I honestly would never in a million years use that word to describe myself. Cute? Sure. Pretty? Sometimes. But hot? Not really. But whatever, that's what I've had a few people tell me over the past few years. Both boys and girls. Let's see. So probably the most remarkable trait I have is my incredibly short height. I never quite reached the five foot mark, despite earnestly wanting to. I used to do daily stretches to try to make it, but I never went past 4'11".
The best way I'd describe my build is to say that I'm slim with medium sized boobs. (Admittedly, my bra size is 32C.) My eyes are blue and I have relatively pale skin (I burn easily). My hair is blondish, with shades of brown. It's wavy and kind of long, although the curls at my tips make it stop right at my shoulder blades. I actually take a lot of pride in my hair and use a lot of conditioning products in it to keep it feeling silky. I love my hair. Wrapping up my description, I'd say my nose is thin and small with a rounded tip, and my lips are curvy. My pale skin is to blame for the very light sprinkling of subtle freckles on my face.
So, back to my story. As I mentioned, it was a Saturday night and my parents and I were watching a relatively steamy romance movie together in the living room. We often had movie night on the weekends. The movie was cheesy, but some of the sex scenes seemed pretty realistic to me, even though they showed little actual nudity. All in all, I was enjoying watching it quite a bit. I had been sexually active myself for a year and a half, since I lost my virginity. But it had been several months since I had gotten anything close to a good "release", aside from masturbating in bed a few times a week.
Now, normally I would be embarrassed watching a movie with sex scenes like this one with my parents in the very same room. But they were pretty distracted. My dad had opened a bottle of wine an hour ago and they drank it together. Half-way through the second bottle, things seemed to be heating up for my parents. I kept hearing my mom whisper things to my dad which he responded to by making what I considered to be "sexual" noises.
Finally, out of the corner of my eye, I saw my dad stand and then pull my mom to her feet. She swayed where she stood and then walked unsteadily behind him as he led her out of the living room and down the hall. I couldn't help but watch them as they disappeared into their bedroom. My parents had a pretty healthy sex life. I knew it because they weren't necessarily careful about keeping quiet when they did it. It wasn't all that rare where I would be walking by their bedroom only to overhear the unmistakable sounds of love making. A few times I could tell that my mom was giving my dad a blowjob. It had been a weird kind of thrill listening at their door the first time I heard that. I eavesdropped that night right up until my dad's moaning hit a crescendo, and then I bolted.
With my parents gone to have their sexual romp for the evening, I grabbed a blanket, deciding to finish the movie by myself. There was only twenty minutes left. Surprisingly, there were two more intense sex scenes during those twenty minutes. The second one was so realistic, I absently started rubbing my crotch through my sweatpants as I leaned back against the sofa, the blanket covering my lap.
The two people on the screen both had orgasms simultaneously. And just as their breathing hit its peak, I heard a noise down the hall. Yanking my hand from my crotch, I twisted my head that way. To my surprise, my dad stumbled out of his bedroom, closing the door behind him. I frowned, watching as he turned and started walking toward me. He didn't look as unsteady as my mom had, but he was clearly not sober either. When he got to the living room, he threw himself down on his favorite recliner, a big leather chair with thick armrests. He leaned back, closing his eyes and breathing heavily.
They must have just had sex! Oh wow. So this is what my dad looked like after getting laid.
[Ch 02. Daddy's problem.]
Admittedly, I was a total daddy's girl. I always had been, as far back as I could remember. And so, as I sat quietly watching the next stupid movie that came on, I couldn't help but eye my father repeatedly while we sat there together. He hadn't said anything since he came back out from the bedroom. It wasn't usual for him to get up again after they had sex. He didn't even head to the bathroom.
Finally, I was way too curious not to ask something. I wasn't about prod at their sex life or anything, but I wanted to at least find out why he had come back to the living room. Clearing my throat, I asked, "What's wrong?"
My dad opened his eyes and looked over at me. He had a strange look on his face and his eyes were glassy. Was he more drunk than I realized? I leaned forward, frowning, until his gaze locked onto mine. He quickly looked away, squirming a little in his chair. Then he asked, "Can you throw me the blanket from the back of the couch?"
Oh. Maybe he was just cold. Grabbing the big blue blanket, I tossed it to him. Part of it landed on his left leg, the one closest to me. He grabbed it and pulled it all the way onto his lap, letting the edges dangle over the armrests of his chair. Then he closed his eyes again, leaning back and seemingly trying to relax. Maybe he was planning on sleeping in the living room.
"Daddy?" I called to him softly. When he looked over at me, opening his eyes, I asked again, "What's wrong?"
He sighed after a few seconds, looking away yet again. He had never acted this nervous around me before. But he finally answered, quietly, "Uh, I took a pill tonight." Then he sighed.
Frowning, I tried to figure out what he meant. I felt like I should understand what he meant, but for the life of me, I couldn't bring anything to mind. Wait a second. Did my dad take ecstasy!? I stared at him and my eyes inadvertently dropped down to his crotch. What should ecstasy have to do with his crotch? Well, with the blanket in his lap, I couldn't see anything anyway. And when I turned my attention back to his face, I noticed that his cheeks were slightly flushed. My mind raced to figure it out. He had been overly frisky toward my mom tonight. And he said he took a pill...
"Wait," I said suddenly, sitting forward. When he glanced at me, I added, "You took... a Viagra??"
